Eden Rock', by the Cornish poet Charles Causley.

They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock: My father, twenty-five, in the same suit Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack Still two years old and trembling at his feet. My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat, Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass. Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light. She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue. The sky whitens as if lit by three suns. My mother shades her eyes and looks my way Over the drifted stream. My father spins A stone along the water. Leisurely, They beckon to me from the other bank. I hear them call, 'See where the stream-path is! Crossing is not as hard as you might think.' I had not thought that it would be like this.'

Ozymandias today, by Peter G. Shilston

 "My names is Ozymandias, king of kings.

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair". (Shelley)

(to be recited in a silly voice)

Last summer I saw Ozymandias. It was on

the west bank of the Nile, across

from Luxor. His visage was

even more shattered than when

Shelley's friend saw it, but

the archaeologists had stuck it back on

his patched-up shoulders. I didn't see

any inscription, but maybe it had been moved

to the Cairo museum. The bit about

there being nothing around but sand is however

completely wrong, because these days

the area is thick with hucksters selling the

most appalling junk to the parties of tourists, so

when you think of it, the locals should really be grateful to

Ozymandias, because he hadn't put up the statue, the region

would be even poorer than it is, and it

 set me wondering how Adolf 

Hitler might be perceived a few thousand 

years from now, and all the other tourists seemed

 to be having equally solemn thoughts as they 

gazed on what is styled the "colossal wreck", and I even saw genuine 

despair in some faces, but maybe they

 were only wondering how long they could last out until they found the 

next lavatory.